They had been practicing in the ballroom for about an hour and a half, and in that time, Edmund had almost stepped on Primrose's feet more times than he could count.
Luckily, he always managed to catch himself at the last second, so her poor toes stayed safe. But in return, he ended up falling on the floor several times instead.
If he didn't have such a strong healing ability, he probably would've ended up like Lazarus, who was unable to walk for days.
"You're doing so well, my husband," Primrose said, cheering him up with a bright smile. "Yes, just like that! You're getting the rhythm already! I knew you could do it!"
Primrose wasn't lying when she said that. Her husband had truly become more skillful to the point that she no longer needed to guide his steps anymore.
